Handmade Love

Last year, my nephew and his longtime girlfriend went to Hawaii for vacation. While they were there, they decided to get married and just call their vacation, their honeymoon. As a result, no one knew they were getting married, including themselves. Thus, I don’t feel so bad in being almost a year late in presenting the, still, newlyweds with the gift I made to celebrate their love for each other.

Close up in the pattern used to create the overall effect of this afghan.

Close up in the pattern used to create the overall effect of this afghan.

Now that I’ve designed and knitted this throw, I don’t want to give it up. But I will anyway—I keep picturing Whoopie Goldberg in her role in the movie ‘Ghost’ when Elma May (was that her name?) had to give that million dollar check to the Nuns—you had to see the clip to understand. Speaking of which, if you haven’t seen ‘Ghost’, you should. It is a wonderful movie, but another subject, so back on topic— this afghan (after I tell you about last year).

Last year I was diagnosed with Lymphoma, which really threw a monkey wrench into my life, in general. Talk about a set back and a wake up call, in one compact package, and again, another subject, but one with a point, at this point, and that point being— the chemo drugs they used to fight my cancer with did a number on my nervous system. For a long time, my hands were so numb I couldn’t turn the key to let myself into my house. Ditto for driving my car.  Knitting and Crocheting turned out to be the answer to that problem where my hands were concerned.  I can happily announce that my hands are working, again — almost normally. I wish I could say the same for my feet and ankles. Swimming last summer helped the old circulation quite a bit, but here in Virginia, this time a year, the swimming pools are closed. Well, except for at the YMCA, but now I’m too broke to buy membership there. Oh, how I  wish I still had Magi, and that we were both still young enough to hit the trails like we did in the old days. AH, my type of exercise. This time of year, I long for those days.

Stretched out to show the whole design

Stretched out to show the whole design

Boy, did I get side tracked … back to this afghan. I’m thinking now that I’ve poured over 85 hours into knitting this masterpiece, and I love the design myself, I’ll write down the instructions to make a pattern to sell on Etsy so that others might make their own. I might need to refer back, and repeat this afghan since I really do like the colors and feel of the yarns; Lions Brand…Homespun (made right here in the USA).

Reconnecting with Etsy

It’s been a long day, chasing forgotten passwords and trying to remember how to post on Etsy. Time has slipped away so insidiously since last I blogged. For awhile, I slipped out of the computer (every day) world, altogether. I simply got overwhelmed—probably, more typical, than not, for old folk like me, so I decided to focus on writing, and making a living, instead. But alas, as was announced recently, 2 out of 3 of my books have been launched on Amazon. Book 3 of my newest series is in the works, and I’m ‘almost’ ready to pick up where I left off a year or two ago.

Hand knit, one of a kind shoulder bag.

Hand knit, one of a kind shoulder bag.

For the past year, I’ve been extremely ill, Some of the medicines I was talking effected the nerves in my hands and feet. At one point, I couldn’t even turn the key in the ignition of my car due to numb fingers. But I discovered the therapeutic wonders of knitting and crocheting. And as a result of exercising my hands, and in an effort to create an income, have made quite a few unique purses while I’ve been unable to work elsewhere. The photograph above depicts one of my pocketbooks. It took me about 3 evenings to knit the pocketbook shown. Sometimes, when life hands you lemons, you just gotta make lemonade, I suppose. Thus, today I began posting on Etsy,  again, blowing the dust off of that account.  It would be nice to be able to buy more yarn, to make more stuff, to sell, to buy more yarn, to make more stuff. LOL — sort of like buying those plastic storage containers so you can buy more stuff to put in them.

Since time still eludes me, today’s blog topic will be one of my Etsy posts. That’s not to say that I’ll be posting daily. I honestly don’t see that happening, so why elude you or myself?

If you’ve dropped by, please feel free to check out some of my older categories. I tried to add variety to my blog and intend to, again, as time allows. In the meantime, please enjoy today’s visit,

Sarah’s Horses

Recently, Brides, Books 1 & 2 (of 3) became available for sale to the public. If you would like to check them out, just click the cover in the side margin to check out my Amazon listings. Since I am a new author in the gene of ‘romance novels’, this is an early attempt at feeling my way through the beginning stages of ‘marketing’ and making people aware that this book even exists, so please bear with me as I fumble my way through the newness of it all.

While I’ve tagged my books as ‘romance novels’, for lack of knowing how else to list them, I hesitate to classify these books as such, since really, my story involves the whole family and several romances, along with a variety of other situations: good and bad, replicating life in general. This tale is more of a family ‘saga’, than a romantic love story involving only two people.

In this particular book series, horses are the glue that bring, and hold, the characters together. Trail riders, especially, should be able to identify with this family’s equestrian lifestyle. Book 1 starts out in a typical love triangle and branches out from there as the story unfolds and the character’s mature.

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Some of these ‘steeds’ play a prominent role in the story line, thus are worthy of their own introductions.

Book 3 . Topeka is still in the editing stages. I am doing it all, so hopefully I’ll catch my errors prior to publication. The books offered on Amazon today are in their first printing. I imagine I’ll need to make ‘some’ corrections in punctuation, and when I do, I will reprint the books, making the first few books sold that much more valuable, should this series take off. Personally, I’ve worked hard to bring you a story worth reading, and, of course, as is the case with any author, I hope my books become best sellers—I hope, I hope!

In the meantime, ‘Happy Reading’ to one and all.

The Sanderson/Trist Family Tree

Dependent on the number of members a family might have, some family trees have more branches than others, but all have roots that run deep. In an effort to introduce my fellow bloggers to my newest book series—Brides; a family saga told in a trio of books spanning from 1988 through 2007, collectively,  I introduce to you an early family tree. The story begins with Ralph and Bethany Sanderson sitting at the heads of the table, still living in ‘The Big House’, on ‘The Homestead'; the ancestral home passed down for the past 160+ years. Unlike the family it supports, this tree shows shallow roots.

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Although, shown here in partial color, the family tree/s as printed in my books. are black & white.

Brides, books 1 & 2, available on Amazon.

http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=searchalias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=Brides%2C%20book%201%2C%20Sarah%20%26%20Yvonne Greetings All, I know, long time, no hear. I’ve been busy writing more books, while trying to stay afloat in general. Thus, I took a break from blogging In the event anyone is curious as to where I’ve been. I’ve posted a link to Book 1, of my 3-part Trilogy. Book 3 is still in the works, but books 1 & 2 are available on Amazon for anyone who might be interested in checking them out. E-books will be coming soon on all three titles, although for now, these books are only available in soft cover. Happy reading everyone!.

Another Richmond Mural … in pieces

Recently, I’ve done two posts involving Murals. The first one was involving ‘hands‘, and the second a warning about drug use. They were received relatively well, so I am adding another mural to the group, taken from the side of a little Latino Market/Restaurant in Richmond. Please Enjoy.

The overall view of the  Mural as displayed from a distance.

A close of the center of the mural

Left/Center Close Up

Right/Center Closeup

I wish I could share a little about the history of the location the Mural was drawn from, assuming it depicts an actual place, probably in Mexico.  If you know something about it, that I don’t, please tell us about it in the comment sections.  Otherwise, please simply enjoy the color and composition.

Window Shopping With The Orples

You’d think I would have known better than allow the orples to come along to the river. Now, I can’t go anywhere without them wanting to tag along. It appears they had stowed away on my Staunton trip. Evidently, while I was peeping in store windows, the orples were too.  Olivia loves to read.  She’s found a storefront that has really captured her attention. Look at all the stuff there is to read in that window! This might take awhile!

“I love this little store, Oscar. I sure do wish it was opened, so we could go inside.”